As the sun dips down below the mountains and the six deliberately dismembered Orc bodies are swallowed up by dark shadows, the pools of sticky blood start to stir. The torsos and severed limbs shudder and twitch but they’re incapable of housing any form of life now. Broken vessels beyond repair.
Instead, in silent frustration, the dark red blood rises like vapour from the useless corpses, coalescing into an unsettling red mist before slowly creeping up the mountain path in search of fresh hosts.
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